Bastard Lyrics

I'm a bastard, 125 on the M-Way, tryna get back to my gangsters

I'm a cancer, opps tryna find and blast us but I'm tryna fuck up the dancers

Never been scared of an actor

Opps come through, mow 'em down like a tractor

Found this bitch and unpacked her

Hoe wanna talk some shit so i smacked her

No cap and gown, I ain't got no masters

Money down but i own my masters

Back then, we was stealin' Mazdas

Shoplifting, got banned from Asda

Fucked up, too turnt at afters

Opp died, I died of laughter

Boys an actor, he needs a BAFTA

Bought the crib, now i need a bathtub

Light his head up, he a Jack-o-Lantern

What's he laughing at? This ain't banter

Back the bag out, then bring the banger

Pass the man bag, I'll back the mac out

Reach the drop and I'll back the pack out

2AM on your block, its blackout

Black and blue, the bitch pussy SmackDown

Dickhead left out, we got him mad now

10 bands and a brand new motor

What i get from sellin' potion

Posted on the block, still smokin' on Doja

Came from Cali', the pack too potent

Hii-Tek, Hii-Trill, you ain't got no motion

Hii-Tek, calm down, you just had your moment

I don't need no hook, no verse, no open

When i say that I'll kill him, you think I'm jokin'?

You must not know what I run from

You must not know where I come from

You best not run, wheres your gun gone?

Ask —'s mum "where's her son gone?"

We ain't scared of nobody with a man bun

Only fuckin' on hoes with a big bum

This brand new pack weighs a whole tonne

I just dipped my wrist in the ocean

And i sunk me a boat, Southampton

SK just called with an accent

He been trapped in Manny in a mansion

Got my OG callin' me grandson

Bitch think I'm tall and handsome

Bad bitch look like Scarlett Johansson

All black fit and I'm white like Manson

Can't focus, this bitch a distraction

Carry this on and i might just axe her

Worse than broke, that banks in a fraction

Blick too hard, now my fingers fractured

Me and Gabez stepped out, Moncler matchin'

While the opps still act like faggots

I speak in adlibs, quotes in brackets

This C-Class skippin' traffic

This C-Class causin' rackets

This trap finna jump like rabbits

Raise my right, let an opp boy have it

Junkies here, so I'm feeding the habits

Bop-bop-bop, let the shots hit pallets

Bop-bop-bop, send a shot from palace

Seventeen, sent a shot from college

Two years later, finna run through the college

Big boy blick, finna aim at bonnets

Bad lil bitch stay wearin' a bonnet

If they beefin' Ryan, I'm on it

If I'm beefin' Ryan, he's runnin

If I fuck this bitch, she cummin'

Gun shoot way too fast, it's hummin'

In the passenger seat with Saf, go home after killin' that boy the bun it

The scoreboard's lookin' uneven boy, go and ask our opps who won it